I awoke the next morning completely at peace. I was happy, genuinely happy as my thoughts returned to yesterday's events. I remembered Marc's strong arms enveloping me as he stood me before those two young boys, and how he urged them to undress me. My god, I was humiliated! I curled up in bed as I relived those feelings. I stretched and brought my fingers to my clit as I remembered what happened next, though. I pinched my button as I saw again the smiles on their faces dancing before me. God I loved those looks, the attention they gave me. "I love you," Marc said to me as I sat naked at the dinner table with their eyes worshiping me.

"Hey, sleepy head. It's about time you woke up. How ya feelin'?" Marc asked as he came into the bedroom.

"Wonderful," I replied in a dreamy voice.

"I've got to go with Steve to the office for a few hours. I'm leaving the car for you, so how 'bout you join us for lunch across the street from the office, okay?"

"About noon?"

"Yeah. I put the outfit I want you to wear in the bathroom for you. See ya later!"

So, just like that he was gone. I knew right away what he was doing, of course. He performed the same trick on me over the weekend: make a casual request and disappear, leaving me to agonize over the task. The peace I had felt while waking began to fade.

I walked into the bathroom feeling both anxiety and anticipation. There, on the vanity, lay my white chemise. I picked it up and fingered it as a smile crossed my face. I knew that it must be a joke, then. Although opaque, it wasn't a garment to be worn out-and-about. This was lingerie, or at most lounge wear.

'No way does he intend for me to wear this to lunch,' I thought to myself.

The only nagging inconsistency was that if it were just a joke, why did he leave my white, open-toed, high-heels beside it? Well, the shoes I'd wear, 'but damn! Now, I had to paint my nails.' Oh, well, that much for him I'd do, 'because he sure did please me in bed last night…'

After my shower I went to the closet to find something for myself to wear. There, pasted across the point where the folding doors come together to close, was a note from Marc: "Please don't open the closet doors. I'll explain later."

"Now what," I said out loud to myself. I stood and stared at the note. 'Is there some real, outlandish reason why I shouldn't open the closet? We'd just spent the first night in our new apartment. Did he discover some danger lurking there? What rational explanation could there possibly be for this?' I thought.

A cool breeze from the open bedroom door tickled me. 'Damn, why did I leave my towel in the bathroom?' Running around naked in the apartment was getting to be a habit. Last night's nakedness in the presence of those fully-clothed boys flooded my mind, again. I felt my nipples harden, my cheeks redden: all of the conflicting emotions were still there.

'Should I just open the closet, anyway?' I continued to question myself. 'I'm perfectly capable of handling whatever the problem might be. Every piece of clothing I own is in there, after all. Marc asked me not to. If I do, the note will tear and he'll know I opened the closet, but so what. Damn! Is this really just another game? It had to be. Should I play along?' I could see that pouting face he makes when he tries to get me to do things.

Before I could think the situation through, I heard a knock at the door. 'Damn!' All I could think to do was run back to the bathroom and throw on the chemise Marc left out for me. I lifted it quickly and threw it on over my head, pulling it down. I adjusted the thin straps on my shoulders. It had been several weeks since I'd worn it, but my memory wasn't this poor. Something was different. Yes, the shoulder straps were longer, allowing the top of the loose-fitting garment to hang much lower than before, to just above my nipples. To compensate for that, the hem had been shortened. I pulled it down as much as I dared without baring my nipples, but it only came a few inches past my buttocks. It didn't reveal any secrets as long as I stood straight, 'but how long could I do that? Damned Marc! What kind of game was he playing? When did he do this? How long has he been planning this? Can I really wear this?'

Another knock at the door made me put my thoughts aside. I smoothed the back of the chemise along my ass and ran for the door. I opened it while standing behind it.

"Hi, Liza. I'm sorry to bother you, but may I talk to you a minute?" It was Ally from the apartment leasing office.

"Well, I'm really not…"

"It's rather important."

I smoothed the front of the chemise, making sure my pussy was covered and opened the door wider as I came out from behind it.

"Okay, I guess it's alright. Come on in." I held my hand at my hem in front, helping the brief garment cover me. "I was just about to have some coffee. Would you like some?" It didn't take me any time at all to switch from befuddled plaything to gracious hostess.

"Sure, thanks."

She followed me to the kitchen where I happily discovered that Marc had left nearly a full pot still warming. All I had to do was pour a couple cups and hand her one.

"Um, good," she said as she sipped, then hoisted herself up onto the tall stool at the breakfast counter. The skirt of her business suit rode up her thighs and I caught a glimpse of her panties. I looked away quickly before she could catch me peeking. I certainly didn't want to be accused of that misdemeanor, again.

'That's how I ended up naked last night!' I shouted a silent warning to myself.

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